Somewhere in the desert storm,
A temple rises from the sands
The relic on each walls,
Tells the writings of this land.
On the west Nile riverside,
The Re child deals his legacy.
At the expense of their lives,
Slaves are marching on their knees.
The shadows of the sphinx
Are the keepers of a kingdom shining
The symbols of the kings
Are the signs of a empire falling
Temples of Necropolis
Awaiting for a sign,
A sign of Osiris
Temples of Necropolis
A sign of Osiris
Awaiting for a sign,
A sign of Osiris
A nation of strangers,
Is the victim of slavery.
For the glory of master,
Slaves are dying in their misery.
The remains and the scribes,
Are the treasures of humanity.
And the tyrants of the past,
Are raging for eternity.
The shadows of the sphinx
Are the keepers of a kingdom shining
The symbols of the kings
Are the signs of a empire falling
Temples of Necropolis
Awaiting for a sign,
A sign of Osiris
Temples of Necropolis
A sign of Osiris
Awaiting for a sign,
A sign of Osiris
